Mayday Parade is the old Boys Like Girls. Boys Like Girls is the new Jonas Brothers. Got it?

I've been doing so well this past semester. Even with a week long hospital fiasco, I managed to get caught up reasonably fast. So why, the week before finals, do I go back to my old ways? I've always been a procrastinator (major). I do my best work when in a severe time crunch (always). But right now, I'm just apathetic.
Go away, 20 minute Ecology presentation on human population growth in developing countries.
Go away, huge astronomy project on extrasolar planets. (Really....REALLY?)
Go away, French 101 (As a whole. Just go away.) I'll never fully grasp you.

No. I can do it. I have big plans for this life of mine. PLANS. And I'm not going to let irrelevant-to-life projects worth way too many points break me. I will break them. I will break your face, you soul-crushing academic dementors! (That one's for Amanda.)

This year in general has been quite the roller coaster ride, complete with dark tunnels and upside down loops on which you lose your cell phone (always a bummer). I feel like I've been neglecting and treating poorly some of the people I love. But I still care, I just have the attention span and memory of a fruit fly. Hey, you chose me.

I need someone who can keep track of my crap. Not an assistant...like, a dude. You remember where I put my keys every day and what important phone calls I need to make and in return, I will bestow upon you some sort of talent that I may posess. Don't really know what that means yet, but it'll work out.

I also need Dave Ramsey. Honestly, why does someone like myself- who cant even keep track of one bank account- have 3 credit cards. That's like throwing a diabetic into a pool of sour patch kids.

Despite all of this pessimism.. if you know me, you know that I'm generally an enthusiastic and full of life person. Ironic, but I like contradictary things.

Music completes me. Drives my soul. Fuels my life. If music were a substance, it would be oil; smoothly flowing through the factory of my ears, sending sparks through my body and coming out refined in my mood-enlivened as a result.

I guess I'm getting a little more jaded as time passes on. I just need something or someone to help change that.

I'm Mellie, welcome to my life.